The Lady In Red

Touch me in the morning
Remnants of pleasure softy melting into the essence of my sweetest ambrosia
Enthralling breaths, showering undulated desires of weakened forays
Inhaling, exhaling, sedated in the blissful aftermath
As dawn’s early light tenderly kisses the remembrance of our entwined temples
 
Scented sheets of lavender we tussled upon
Bathing our entanglement as we blindly gaged peaks of rapture
Heightened in the rise and fall of its spiraling movements
Whispered expressed of its interlocked, enriching tales of you and I
 
Elixirs of love we give
Pasion, lust, reeks of its midnight glory with each cadence uplift
Funneling sensations in its downward momentum
Instilling then withdrawing to the tip of inner possession
 
Anchoring with commence in its wet deeper penetration
Heavenly caresses felt within, whimpers echoing the unity of surrendering
Soft pleads
Soft gasps
 
Touch me in the morning
When the exotic residue of my essence still lingers upon your lips
The taste of my memory ebbed in every syllable you pronounce
Undefined clenches in the peaks of rapture
 
My nails gently tattoo
Etched in the feverish ecstasy of your skin
My serenading moans
Your mouth coveted
Plummeting deeper into the cosmic of unbridled longings we seek
 
My faint kisses, bedazzling your skin
Adoration trails to the fountain of your lips
The gravity of time sinking within the depths of yesterday’s sins
Palms bridged, limbs tightened, breaths become as one
Caged yearnings we explore
 
Within the mirage of paradise
Our souls we paste
As we partake in the raining shudders of fulfillment
Jumping the virginal broom of such beautiful sordid lust
 
Droplets of cravings seeping
Satisfied in the delivery
Unifying in its hunger
The feel, the taste, our essence merging

As we once again
Softly melt into the essence of my sweetest ambrosia